{Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune Upon his flute - too-too-too-too. Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of} London Town.
People pass me by on my imaginary street - Ordinary people it's impossible to meet - Holding conversations that are always incomplete. Well, I don't know, Oh, where are there places to go - Someone somewhere has to know... I don't know...
{Out of work again the actor entertains his wife With the same old stories of his ordinary life - Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife. Well, I don't know,} Oh, where are there places to {go-o-oh, m-mm} - Someone somewhere has to know...
(Interlude)
{Crawling down the pavement on a sunday afternoon I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon About his foot - too-too-too-too. Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of} London Town.